Page 55 of The Mafia Heir's Obsession

I stare at her, gaze moving between cunt, tits, and face, those lips red from arousal—lipstick long gone—the drool still on her chin beyond hot. She bites her lip with each stroke of my cock.

There’s no way I’m gonna last.

Fuck. Being in her mouth, fucking her throat, all that drool and pools of wetness around me, the tip of my cock down the tightness of her throat, her gag reflex kicking in …that was one for the books. I can still feel her mouth working me.

She’s fucking everything, this girl. Complex. Hot. Perfect.

And Christ, the virgin’s watching me like she’s a sex goddess, like she’s totally fascinated and hungry.

I know one thing.

She’s not going to be a virgin come morning. I’m going to claim her last two holes.

Her cunt is a visual feast. Her tight little pussy is spread open from my fingers, everything glistening, and I imagine how it’s going to look when I’ve fucked her senseless.

I grip my cock fucking harder, the ache in me growing by the second. The pressure builds, the urge to release there, right there.

This is no longer in my control and I give over to my own chaos.

I fucking jack myself as hard as I can, the roughness addingan extra dimension I need because I’m looking without touching.

Then again…

I push three fingers into her, spreading them, opening her, thrusting in, syncing it with the pumps of my hand on my cock. And my balls get tight.

Lucie starts to moan and I start to finger fuck her harder as my balls get high. Then the pleasure shoots and she jerks against my fingers, spasms. I work my dick, the orgasm a wildfire in me. I come hard, spurting cum on my hand, her pussy and belly, spurt after spurt as I grunt and jerk and cry out.

Then I’m done.

She reaches for my cock, pulling it to her. She licks the sides of my shaft and it’s insanely good, that “too much” level of touch. I could let her keep going. I don’t. I just tuck myself away and kiss her, long and slow and sweet. And then I untie her.

“No one,” I whisper as the knocking starts again, “can see in here. Go get cleaned up.”

She walks on wobbling legs toward the bathroom and I straighten my suit, acutely aware of how the room smells. I wipe my mouth on my sleeve and go over to the door.

Thank fuck it’s Torin. He doesn’t say a word. “It’s all in order, though de Rosa could’ve run this better both in terms of aboveboard revenue and laundering. This place could launder way more and no one would even be able to prove it. Profits and fees for services here, along with memberships are the kind of thing that could hide a lot. He hasn’t taken advantage of it, Callahan. I’ll dig deeper as to why, get the accountant on it, but considering there’s a change of ownership, if he tried to palm off problems, then we’ll sort those without harm to us.”

I nod. “That all?”

“For now. I think we should go.”

“Declan?”

Torin’s mouth twitches. “That and there are some… people who came in, who are known to be O’Sullivan associates.”

“Who?”

Behind me Lucie speaks and I don’t look back. “Not your business, Lucie. You got your fill of live sex shows tonight.”

There’s silence, and bless her little heart, because she says exactly one word. A word that spikes my blood pressure.

“Maybe.”

And I can’t control my smile. “Fancy a dinner with your husband, Lucie Joy?”

“If I say no?”

Now I look at her. “I’ll take that as a yes.”

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